On the Ancient Sword Continent, trees are of the same type. The most powerful are the cactus s, and every single one of them have existed for a long time.
Hearing that, Fang Chen’s heart was moved. Hearing the words of the half cactus, Fang Chen immediately understood that the reason why he was not affected by the death aura was because of the golden heart in his body.
“If this continues for too long, this fallen King will surely be able to absorb enough aura of death to revive him. However, the two of you coming in here have completely destroyed his plan to revive him.” The half cactus said.
Fang Chen and Xiahou Wu were shocked as they looked towards the half cactus.
At this point, the half cactus had explained everything.
Under Fang Chen’s attentive gaze, Xiahou Wu’s entire body was surging with a bloodthirsty killing intent, he flipped open the corpse and entered the tomb.
“Could it be that there is something here that is attracting the bronze ancestor?” Fang Chen was suspicious.
When Fang Chen held the wooden box, the python transformed into a sword that became even more anxious.
Fang Chen opened the wooden box and instantly, a ray of multicolored light shot out from the wooden box, causing the entire mountain peak to be at a loss.